I literally keep a list on my phone of what you say in your sleep. Some of my favorites include:

• This is why I don't date senators. (Still don't know why)
• It's soup day!
• I swear that spearfish is a hooker.
• Shut the fffffffffuck up. (Not directed at me)
• Ham ham ham ham ham ham ham...
• (Heavy sigh) I miss Zimbabwe. (Has never been to Zimbabwe)

Offer potato

No, it's a pocket for Kevin.

Any time I can't pet the dog.

Oh nos!

Mortuary Grill: where yesterday's grief is today's beef! Who can I serve you today?

My parents would preach something fierce about the dangers of even interacting with strangers online (even just having a generic "how are you" back and forth). In my 20s, I started playing Tibia and really enjoyed the fact that I could interact with people from around the world. I learned plenty of things that I simply didn't learn in school. When my folks learned I was talking to people I didn't know, they were appalled. I hate to think how they would have reacted to the knowledge that I shared my first name with some of those people (it's a veeeeery common name where I'm from).

Then my mom got a Twitter account. Then joined group DMs with like-minded people. Then she started giving out her first name, then her cell number. Then she shared our address. I'm still salty. Luckily nothing bad has ever come of it. The group seems like they're wonderful people and my mom is able to turn to them when she's not feeling the best and vice versa.

I've never understood this. What're they gonna do? Vote to make crimes legal?

Meowdy

https://neal.fun/deep-sea/ Experience how deep the ocean can go. May cause thalassophobia.

https://joshworth.com/dev/pixelspace/pixelspace_solarsystem.html Scale the universe if the moon were the size of a pixel.

https://www.robinwords.com/ Fun word ladder game to test your vocabulary.

http://make-everything-ok.com/ For when you feel like things are just not going your way.

https://stellarium-web.org/ Look at and learn about the stars.

I was waiting to buy Tears of the Kingdom, thinking the price would go down eventually. Should I not do that?

A self help / "how to be successful" book for my birthday from my parents. It wasn't even that good -- it had typos and grammatical errors all over. I was in my early-mid 20s. My dad made me read a chapter every week (and take notes) and then he'd go over it with me. Eventually he stopped forcing me to read it because I put up too much of a fight.

Nothing says "I love you" like being reminded your parents see you as a failure.

There's a reason I'm in therapy...